Surely no other American institution is so bound around and tightened up by rules, strictures, adages, and superstitions as the Broadway theatre.
Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.
He knows all about art, but he doesn't know what he likes.
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?
Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!
I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.